Who would have thought I would ever look this handsome." Lucas admired himself in the mirror before exiting the room and made his way to the usual spot where he would meet the whole family of gangsters. Lucas walked down the dimly lit hallway, and with every step he took he glanced around the place in amazement. The hallway was extremely quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of his footsteps as he made his way forward. Bridget, his step mom, told him his father requested for his present in the usual location. Even though Lucas has never been to the place, he knew exactly how to get there without asking for directions. He walked down the deserted hallway for several minutes until he finally caught sight of a wooden door a few meters away.uvas made his way towards the door and took a deep breath in and out before pushing it open. Pushing the door open, the sounds of people chattering filled the place. Inside the vast room was filled with people who were busy

Edwin approached the opulent gates of the Moretti mansion, his footsteps echoing against the grand stone pathway. The mansion itself was an architectural marvel, with towering columns, intricate wrought-iron railings, and manicured gardens that spoke of old money and long-standing wealth. As he neared the entrance, the imposing doors swung open, and a young maid greeted him with a practiced, though somewhat weary, smile."Good evening. You must be Mr. Edwin from the Blackwood family," she said, her tone respectful but tinged with a hint of apprehension.Edwin gave a courteous nod. "Yes, that's right. I've come to deliver some crates."The maid's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly composed herself. "Please follow me. Miss Matilda will be here to assist you."As they walked through the grand hallway, Edwin took in the luxurious surroundings. The floors were polished marble, reflecting the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings. The walls were adorned with

Marcellus and Roderick Blackwood sat in the back of their sleek black car, the leather seats and polished interior a stark contrast to the grim task ahead. The city lights flickered through the windows as they made their way through the bustling streets, heading towards the racetrack where Mr. Ernest, the owner and promoter of the upcoming match, awaited their visit.The car’s engine hummed smoothly, but Marcellus’s mood was far from calm. He was still seething over Lucas’s unexpected intervention earlier. He had never expected his younger brother to speak up in such a significant way, let alone propose a solution that seemed to have gained the approval of Herbert. Now, Marcellus was determined to rectify what he perceived as a slight against his own status and authority.“Why did Father have to send me with Roderick?” Marcellus muttered, his voice laced with frustration. “He could’ve sent Oswald instead.”Roderick, ever the stoic companion, simply shrugged. “Julia was busy, and Fathe

The Blackwood estate loomed ahead, its imposing silhouette illuminated by the security lights that cast long shadows across the driveway. Marcellus and Roderick, both still reeling from the night’s chaos, made their way up the steps and through the grand entrance. The familiar grandeur of the estate did little to ease their nerves; the threat of the Gambinos was a weight that pressed heavily on their shoulders. Inside, the house was abuzz with activity. Security personnel moved with purpose, their expressions a mix of vigilance and concern. Marcellus and Roderick were greeted by their father, Herbert Blackwood, who was already waiting for them in his office. Herbert, a man known for his commanding presence and strategic mind, looked up as his sons entered, his face a mask of calm. Marcellus stepped forward, his face etched with the stress of the evening. “Father, we need to talk. There’s been an attack.” Herbert raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem overly concerned. “An attack? Sit

As the sun set, Herbert called for a meeting at his office and only invited Marcellus, Oswald, and Edwin. The three men walked to the office and shut the door."Father." Marcellus muttered, his gaze fixated on Herbert Blackwood who sat behind his desk with a cigarette in his hand."I already sent a message across to Noah Sturridge. I asked him to meet us at the Stanford abandoned parking lot for a meeting about the business he proposed." Herbert informed, smoke oozing out of his mouth."That's good. We will head there and abduct him. He won't suspect a thing." Marcellus spoke up."No, you are wrong, Marcellus. Noah works for the Gambino. I don't know what role he has in the Gambino gang, but as long as he works for them they will always have his back. And now that we are inviting him for a meeting the Gambino might want to escort him. And we all know if the Gambino gang is present there and we try to capture Noah there would be trouble." Oswald remarked, his voice audible."So, what a